thoughtsgather

A space for my words to meander.

Tag: poet

waiting game

standing in line

patiently awaiting

the next great sign

my number drawn

or name plucked from a hat

it seems a waiting game

but for a game without a name

until then

i will wait quietly in line 

for the next great sign 

 upon a page

nonsensical stories
upon a page

interpreted in waves

decoded by some

in certain ways

tempting understanding 

and adding a little faith

spring

little company

all that was ever needed

now she waits for spring

placing feet

surreptitiously placing feet
one ahead of the other
but the rain falls on this day
the lake that was yesterday frozen
steady and safe
where she placed one foot in front of the other
now, placing feet carries a different weight
a little warming was all it took
and some rain
the lake, frozen, solid, only yesterday
now has spaces that are no longer safe

Quiet Rebellion

where’d that girl go?

the one who wore bright blues and greens

she spoke only quiet words

but in her style and her brightness

she said “this is me!”

she needed not shout her truth

she walked it in quiet rebellion

she walked her truth

daring others to tell her otherwise

 

she now wears her truth less

and she walks her truth less

that 16 year old is long gone

that 16 year old who walked her truth

in quiet rebellion

brazen escape

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